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A bittersweet symphony…

Olwyn's first day

This day one year ago my beautiful daughter, Olwyn, was born to this world. Olwyn has been eager from the onset. She always wants things done now and is keen to get into whatever her bigger sister is playing with at the time. Olwyn gives such sweet smiles with the most expressive big blue eyes and she is always laughing or singing. She even manages to look cute when she is crying.

 Olwyn arrived in a rush after a short labour and one day early.  Peter was there with me every step of the way with words of encouragement when I thought I had enough. Olwyn’s birth brought us even closer as we supported each other through the emotional rollercoaster.

I did not use the epidural and I think this made things move along quicker. It also forced me to trust my body. It was very powerful and so different to the birth of my first daughter. With my first, Seren, I had the epidural and to some extent I felt lost and not in control. For Olwyn’s birth, when we arrived in the hospital (in a fluster) I was already 5 centimetres. The midwife (a man) let me at it and he was there more for guidance than anything else. He let us three at it and Olwyn was born an hour and a half after we first walked through the doors. I will never forget the thoughts, emotions, tears and laughter of pushing her little body into this world. The elation at my waters popping and her arrival will stay with me forever.

The kids playing

I went to shower after I fed Olwyn and let the new Daddy get acquainted with his precious bundle. When I arrived back in the room, I found him on the phone to his parents in Canada. He was cradling his head and wouldn’t look up. Immediately, I had a gut reaction that all was not well. Peter’s grandmother had passed away that night, about five hours before Olwyn was born. The air was heavy with that news  lingering and sinking in. We were left in the room for a good while to cry tears of joy and sadness. The staff in the hospital were so considerate.

Peter’s grandmother was a great woman and we all miss her dearly. In a way, her passing and Olwyn’s birth is what life is all about. A bittersweet day.

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Sleep slaughter

Inner monologue – “In an ideal world, children under the age of five could put themselves to bed”. This thought runs through my mind presently. Does every night have to be a disaster? Why, oh why, do toddlers and babies feel the need to wind up their parents at bedtime. I know this attitude seems selfish. Of course, I chose to be a parent and this is all part of the territory. But I swear, sometimes it just gets a bit too much.

 I am sitting downstairs, frustrated, as I type this. I can hear World War 3 erupt on the monitor. Pete is upstairs wrestling Olwyn to go to sleep. Tonight is a nightmare. Sometimes I dread bedtime. We had a real rough time for a while about a month ago where it could take up to two hours some nights to put the girls down. Then it all calmed down and we had the best girls in the world. Happy days. We have the usual routine – brushing teeth, pyjamas, and story time. Yet when it comes to lights out, either one or the other acts up and decides to go bananas. I am trying to laugh at the situation and find the hunour in it. But I have to admit, there are times when there are very dark thoughts going through my head.

It’s getting heated up there now. Olwyn is having a fit that I am not there. She had kidney beans for dinner. Maybe that’s what has given her the energy! I can hear Pete pacing the floor. I wonder is Olwyn going to give in? Seren is in and out from under the covers like a yoyo. Of course, she thinks this is a game and laughs her head off at the situation.

Well, Pete is back down now with no luck had. He is pacing the floor down here now, stressed out, and we are sniping at each other. We have left them in the room to their own devices. They are crying intermittently but it is quieting down. Pete thinks we will laugh about this one day. I hope that is the case. Maybe when we are 55 years old and our grandchildren are causing our children the same heartache!

The plan was to go out and garden, but that, alas, is a no go for me. Pete has gone out to dig a hole in frustration! I think I will go up and face the war again in a minute. Wish me luck!

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